The old follow through

Many years ago spent all day drinking Dry Blackthorn in the beer tent during a John Player League Cricket match.
Went to the pub after the game and the old Delhi belly started calling.
Rushed to the bog , shit for Britain and discovered no bog roll.Just glad I didn’t go commando that day. Pants in the cistern job done.
 
Remember we were at Goodison,one of the lads who was with us followed through he went missing for a bit then came back carrying is duds full of shit he then lobbed them over into the Everton end god knows who it hit,fuckin stunk.
That’s fucking outrageous.

But it’s fucking funny.
 
When I was in Belize in ‘87 I haven’t seen a decent woman for weeks.. I was on one of the Cayes (Caulker) for the weekend and ran into some British girls on holiday which was a real rarity.. arranged to meet them the next day on the jetty and walked casually toward them .. got within a few metres of them and had an accident... I had to jump in the sea and sort myself out which did my street cred no good at all
 
Many years ago as a shy awkward teenager I had the job of welcoming friends relatives and neighbours to our house as it was a big piss up for mam and dads 25th wedding anniversary, I was absolutely dreading it for weeks but wanted to help. Come the day of the party I got more and more nervous, parents started early on the booze so did,nt think they'd notice if I downed a couple of my dads home brew, I knew they were,nt quite ready as he,d put them in a cupboard under the stairs, but Hey ho pinched my nose and drank em quick... They had the desired effect, I was the best doorman ever ! When most guests had arrived, I circulated slightly tipsy but very happy, thought i,d try another drink, I couldnt be seen with a pint or a can in my hand so thought i,d nick a whisky and top it with coke, worked a treat, then another and another... the world started swimming I was seeing double (literally) and knew I was going to be sick, we only had one bog and i headed for the stairs, ohhh shit there was a queue, only by this time the sediment from the home brew had hit my bowels and I was desperate from both ends, in my befuddled state I staggered into the garden thinking a rose bush or tree would have to do..... it was like blackpool illuminations, dad had strung lights up and there was a fire going and plenty of guests outside patting me on the back telling me "how i,d grown" since they'd last seen me... I was absolutely shitfaced and in pain for a shit and needed to throw up....... then through the watering eyes i saw the caravan on the drive that dad used as a kind of tool shed, knew it had a toilet, staggered over and went in..... why why why had dad put a padlock on the toilet door ?? It was dark i was confused banging off the walls and at the end of my tether, groping around in the dark my hands felt the edge of the sink and i spewed for england and the Queen into it, the retching and stomach cramps then put pressure on my arse and i went for the double, in the gloom i dropped my trolleys and arms either side of me perched over the sink, meat n 2 veg swinging in the wind bowels emptying at mach 5........ then the lights came on ! I looked up through bleary tear stained eyes at my older sister who started screaming then the guests arrived ! The rest is history
 

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